"No." Yan Zhengchen's tone suddenly darkened. "Gong Lu, don't be stubborn."
On the other end of the line, Gong Lu could hear the unhappiness in Yan Zhengchen's voice. He rubbed his nose helplessly. "I have decided. Let Jiaojiao take a look at me tomorrow. I'm flying to White City tonight."
He was in Shang Jing now, but he couldn't escape Yan Zhengchen's control.
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Yan Zhengchen was instantly appeased, and his tone returned to normal.
They chatted for a while longer before Gong Lu hung up.
Knock knock knock.
The sound of knocking followed. Gong Lu stood up and opened the door.
A beautiful woman with fair skin and golden curly hair stood outside the door.
Gong Lu's eyes were nearly identical to this beautiful woman's, and his appearance was also somewhat similar.
"Mom," Gong Lu called out softly.
"Come with me," Catherine said coldly.
